Here you will find the Poem At Even of poet Frederic Manning
Hush ye! Hush ye! My babe is sleeping. Hush, ye winds, that are full of sorrow! Hush, ye rains, from your weary weeping! Give him slumber until to-morrow. Hush ye, yet! In the years hereafter, Surely sorrow is all his reaping; Tears shall be in the place of laughter, Give him peace for a while in sleeping. Hush ye, hush! he is weak and ailing: Send his mother his share of weeping. Hush ye, winds, from your endless wailing; Hush ye, hush ye, my babe is sleeping!
